This will be the last chapter of this book, and then I'm going to take a brake before continuing onto the next one. I have two others stories I'm doing right now, so I want to focus onto them before going onto the third book.

8-2-20 7:50 Pm

The night had laid down a quietness that seemed almost false compared to the day. Usually her ears were ringing with noise, and she would have to try and keep sane as each cat talked loudly.

But then there was the night. It was a time she got to herself, no one else was up, no one else

could ruin this. So Pasque took these moments to reflect on what had been happing this leafbare.

At first it was fine, a little harsh, but they could still survive. Then, food started getting much harder to find. And an illness raged through camp, taking a few lives with it. Pasque flattened her ears at the thought, what if she had lost one of her very few friends?

Or possibly lost her father, who had made this entire camp even possible. The entire group would be gone overnight, who would stay with rogues competing for leadership? Or would they stay for the safety of a group, having them and their kits be fed during these hard times?

Pasque sighed. In the short time of leafbare so much had happened, and yet it still seemed like nothing has happened. She was still pushed around in camp, other hunters didn't care about or for her.

Shadow still was a good father, but he never has time for her anymore. It's always the camp first, keeping everyone fed and safe. But what about her? What if this wasn't how she felt safe? What if being in this group made her feel less safe from the harsh words of her campmates?

Taking a deep breath she flattened her ears. Right now it didn't matter, lives had been lost and those who were still here needed to be fed. And maybe the other hunters were right, what if she was nothing but useless?

She couldn't hunt that good, and fighting was out of question. The only thing she could do was grow herbs for Nutmeg, and somewhat remember their uses.

If this was all she was good for then she had to learn as much as she could. And once newleaf came she would grow more herbs, ones that Nutmeg knows about but don't have yet. These plants could continue to grow for moons and seasons after she's gone.

Then there was Dapple, whoever she was. It made no sense of how the loner had been able to walk this territory and no one else has seen or scented her. Pasque had mentioned it to Whisper and Ally before, but they didn't have a clue about the beautiful she-cat.

Blinking up at the starry sky she sighed. Each night was the same, and most times it ended with her head spinning. Pasque always hated when she went into a spiral of thoughts that made her think the worst. But it always happens, not matter how much she tried to keep her thoughts happy and positive.

Something made a scuffling noise behind her. Shifting on her paws she glanced back, ears pointed as she searched the darkness of the den. Maybe it was just one of the trainees, but there was a aching feeling that made her heart pound.

An old image seemed to memorize in her head. It carried the heavy scent of death, rotting, old and wrapping around her nostrils. Pasque flattened her ears as she unsheathed her claws, tail lashing as her hackles raises.

Something stumbled out of the darkness, moonlight shined off white bones, patches of dark fur hanged off of it. Empty sockets seemed to glare at here, fangs as long as her ears snapped at the air as it charged towards her.

8-3-20 4:12 Pm